Broken Antler Fen Llewellyn

lele's words caught teya off guard. she nodded softly in immediate agreement. her mind wove an image of ibis in the snow, dancing.
she thought of the woman's grave now.
and then she tried not to think of either of those things. "it quiet. still. a pretty death." light shone upon the snow. her breath rose in a white plume.
wraen. tambourine. wintertime in the den, and lele warm at her side.